"Are you crazy?" you snapped, as you ripped your arm out of his grip, turning on your heels immediately to face him."Dragging me out of the VIP room like this? Do you have any idea how bad and scandalous this looks? What if a manager of some other celebrity or a reporter saw you doing that?” You asked, fuming with anger.
Recently only you had started secretly dating the hot shot director of Bollywood, with whom everyone wanted to work with and who was no less charming or good looking than the heroes he worked with.
Mukesh Mehra.
There was not even a sign of remorse on his face, as with his cold eyes he looked down at you. You had recently found out that he had a really short and fiery temper which you were not a really big fan of, unlike his handsome face.
"What's insane is you wearing a dress that barely covers your ass," he said, with a cold monotonous voice. "You have got some nerve to agreeing wearing such kind of dress and prancing around like a fool"
You let out a harsh, disbelieving laugh, running a hand through your styled hair. "It’s a movie premiere for god's sake Mukesh. It's a custom designed dress, when I put it on then only it was stitched from the sides and the back, so it could fit me perfectly. It was made for me especially, for my body, got it?”
“You–”
You spoke over him before he could even speak further not ready to listen to whatever he had to say because you knew nothing good was gonna come out of his mouth. “No, stop right there I don't wanna hear any of your bullshit. I am the leading actress of this film, of course I am gonna wear something that turns heads. I am supposed to look hot, that is literally my job." You took a step closer to him, jabbing your finger to his chest.
"And don't you dare play naive like you don't know how this works. You're a director yourself, you literally approve the wardrobe on your own sets of so many actresses! You know exactly what the paparazzi wants and goes crazy for. So don't act like you're some clueless outsider who doesn't know what kind of industry we are part of and working in."
His eyes narrowed, as you continued to speak. He hated when you were right, but he hated it even more when you stood your ground against him. You were a hard woman to control and manipulate but you drove him crazy because of the same reason and to think that he was dating one of the top and most wanted actresses in the industry, somewhere did boost his ego.
He took a slow step forward towards you not showing a hint of expression on his face as he kept backing you against the vanity mirror present in the room.
"I know how this industry works, doll” He said looming over you. "I know what sells, what I don't like is seeing you acting like a cheap despo newcomer actress, you're more than that so act like it and do better.”
You shook your head with genuine frustration. What was this guy’s problem? Not giving any value to his words you turned around to the vanity present to check your makeup, completely done with his possessive behaviour. "Just say you're jealous and I am not doing this with you tonight. I don't want to talk to you if you're going to keep talking to me like that. Get that thing inside your head."
Before you could even reach for the lipstick rummaging inside your clutch, his hand shot out and grabbed your shoulders harshly and spinned you around making you face him again, as he completely crowded you against the vanity. His tall and huge body over you, his both the hands on the table trapping you in.
“Wha-” a squeak left your glossed lips, with the hands on your chest, heartbeat fast as you were really not expecting that.
"Don't talk to me with that attitude, sweetheart, ever” he said as his hands came to tuck a loose strand of your perfectly styled hair behind your ear. Your eyes looked at him for any sign that if it was the right time to retort back and immediately you looked away, not able to make eye contact with him for even a second.
You were wearing a really short and low cut dress, now that he was against you, your soft chest was squished against his and you could feel the hardness of his chest against yours and the hardness between his legs against your lower belly. You closed your eyes clenching teeth trying your best to ignore everything.
As he continued to lean in and he placed a small kiss on your forehead as you stood frozen, you heart beating really fast because of the calmness he showed before and now there was a lot of difference in it and you found it scary.
"Are you crazy?" you snapped, as you ripped your arm out of his grip, turning on your heels immediately to face him."Dragging me out of the VIP room like this? Do you have any idea how bad and scandalous this looks? What if a manager of some other celebrity or a reporter saw you doing that?” You asked, fuming with anger.
Recently only you had started secretly dating the hot shot director of Bollywood, with whom everyone wanted to work with and who was no less charming or good looking than the heroes he worked with.
Mukesh Mehra.
There was not even a sign of remorse on his face, as with his cold eyes he looked down at you. You had recently found out that he had a really short and fiery temper which you were not a really big fan of, unlike his handsome face.
"What's insane is you wearing a dress that barely covers your ass," he said, with a cold monotonous voice. "You have got some nerve to agreeing wearing such kind of dress and prancing around like a fool"
You let out a harsh, disbelieving laugh, running a hand through your styled hair. "It’s a movie premiere for god's sake Mukesh. It's a custom designed dress, when I put it on then only it was stitched from the sides and the back, so it could fit me perfectly. It was made for me especially, for my body, got it?”
“You–”
You spoke over him before he could even speak further not ready to listen to whatever he had to say because you knew nothing good was gonna come out of his mouth. “No, stop right there I don't wanna hear any of your bullshit. I am the leading actress of this film, of course I am gonna wear something that turns heads. I am supposed to look hot, that is literally my job." You took a step closer to him, jabbing your finger to his chest.
"And don't you dare play naive like you don't know how this works. You're a director yourself, you literally approve the wardrobe on your own sets of so many actresses! You know exactly what the paparazzi wants and goes crazy for. So don't act like you're some clueless outsider who doesn't know what kind of industry we are part of and working in."
His eyes narrowed, as you continued to speak. He hated when you were right, but he hated it even more when you stood your ground against him. You were a hard woman to control and manipulate but you drove him crazy because of the same reason and to think that he was dating one of the top and most wanted actresses in the industry, somewhere did boost his ego.
He took a slow step forward towards you not showing a hint of expression on his face as he kept backing you against the vanity mirror present in the room.
"I know how this industry works, doll” He said looming over you. "I know what sells, what I don't like is seeing you acting like a cheap despo newcomer actress, you're more than that so act like it and do better.”
You shook your head with genuine frustration. What was this guy’s problem? Not giving any value to his words you turned around to the vanity present to check your makeup, completely done with his possessive behaviour. "Just say you're jealous and I am not doing this with you tonight. I don't want to talk to you if you're going to keep talking to me like that. Get that thing inside your head."
Before you could even reach for the lipstick rummaging inside your clutch, his hand shot out and grabbed your shoulders harshly and spinned you around making you face him again, as he completely crowded you against the vanity. His tall and huge body over you, his both the hands on the table trapping you in.
“Wha-” a squeak left your glossed lips, with the hands on your chest, heartbeat fast as you were really not expecting that.
"Don't talk to me with that attitude, sweetheart, ever” he said as his hands came to tuck a loose strand of your perfectly styled hair behind your ear. Your eyes looked at him for any sign that if it was the right time to retort back and immediately you looked away, not able to make eye contact with him for even a second.
You were wearing a really short and low cut dress, now that he was against you, your soft chest was squished against his and you could feel the hardness of his chest against yours and the hardness between his legs against your lower belly. You closed your eyes clenching teeth trying your best to ignore everything.
As he continued to lean in and he placed a small kiss on your forehead as you stood frozen, you heart beating really fast because of the calmness he showed before and now there was a lot of difference in it and you found it scary.
Thinking of writing Mukesh Mehra x Reader. If you don't know about him, it's the Arjun Rampal's character from Om Shanti Om. That man is fine asf would love to write about him. Not to forget he's a very fine shyt and hawt villain.
You always wanted to marry a big and tall guy, now that you have one you don't know if you can handle him.
Pairing; Hamza Ali Mazari x Reader
an; 'I need a big boy', this line by sza was the first thing which came to my mind and kept playing throughout the movie, when I saw Ranveer as Hamza in the first movie and obviously I had to pay homage to that thought.
Hamza is a big guy.
Hamza is a big guy but sometimes he forgets that, especially when his soon to be wife is straddling on his lap, her legs around his waist and her hands wrapped around his neck as his cock slides inside her.
He feels losing his senses for a second except the feeling of you, as your inner walls clench around him making you moan as he shifts back to the sofa’s head to accommodate your body better against his.
How beautiful you look, wearing his kurta, your body over his as you let out small, pretty whimpers adjusting yourself around his cock.
“Why you gotta be so….ahh…big, you know?” You ask holding his bicep for support, as you rest your head against his chest, feeling him moving inside you as he shifts again with a huff.
“It's not something I can help with” he replies as he tightens the hold over your waist, “Plus, didn't you say you liked tall and big men?”
“Mhmm”
“Yeah, wanting is not enough you gotta take the big guy like a champ too” with that he moves inside you completely, making you sit on his cock fully. You let out a long moan arching your back, as your nails dug deeper in his biceps for support.
He cups your bare ass with his hands, lifting them up from his thighs “You know you gotta move, right baby?”
"Any doubts?" You said with a small pout forming on your lips, as you traced the jawline of the man hovering over you.
"Not more than me, I guess" he replied with a chuckle as his nose's tip brushed against yours, his breath slowly mixing with yours as his thumb traced the line of your lips. Closing your eyes, you gently held the hand cupping your face as you felt his mouth kissing the corner of your lips, making you smile.
"That's debatable" you said with a little laugh, opening your eyes, and pushed his hand gently away from your face and turned it over and pressed your lips lightly to the center of his palm as you looked in his eyes.
You diverted your gaze from his face to the ground behind him, the midday sun beating down on the grass, making it look greener than ever. "Also, what I said about not being close in public?" you said with a hum, pressing and flattening down the collar of his shirt. "Kind of breaking that rule."
He laughed, shaking his head as he stepped in closer, reducing the distance between you two even more. "Look around," he said, gesturing vaguely to the empty walking paths. "It's the middle of the afternoon and we are in a secluded park. Trust me, no one is watching."
"I am looking around," you said, trying to sound serious, though the corners of your mouth betrayed you. "And that's exactly why I am saying."
Even before he could argue any further, you pressed both palms against his chest and gave him a light playful shove, creating some necessary space between you two. "Plus, I gotta go anyways."
You pushed yourself straighter from against the tree where you were leaning, intending to walk away, but you hadn't taken two steps before his fingers wrapped around your wrist, pulling you against him once again.
"Stop," you giggled, the sound bubbling up uncontrollably as you feigned a struggle to break free from his arms, but your hands betrayed you, coming up to rest on his biceps.
He wrapped his arms around you, trapping your body against his, burying his face in the crook of your neck and then slowly lifting it up to follow the line of your face with his lips, finally resting his chin on top of your head, letting out a long sigh of satisfaction, before pulling back to look at you.
He pulled back just enough to look down at you, his eyes dancing with mischief. You couldn't look into them and blushing, you shyly averted your gaze.
"But really... I have to," you murmured, your thumb tracing the collar of his shirt, still not looking up at him. "You know this is my university hour. I bunked my classes just to see you." You glanced toward the park's gate, a familiar anxiety creeping in. "I have to sneak back onto campus before my abba's men arrive to pick me up."
As he was looking down at you, your body engulfed in his arms, all of this made your heart flutter. Panic mixed with affection, and before you could talk yourself out of it, you shot up on your tiptoes without even a second thought.
You had aimed for his cheek actually, a quick, innocent peck to seal the goodbye, because god knows when you were going to see him again, but you misjudged the distance and your own lack of height compared to his.
Your lips brushed against the line of his jaw instead, slightly off-center.
You dropped back down to your heels immediately, as heat crept up to your neck. You tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, trying to look casual about it, while your heart hammered against your chest so hard that it might even jump out of your body.
A smirk formed on his lips as he touched his jawline where you had planted your lips, and as he spoke you could feel the teasing in his voice, even when you were looking down to where the tips of his shoes were touching your sandals.
"I thought someone was very strict about the rules they made.
“Is everything okay? Should I turn up the AC?”
“What?” She asked as she blinked, trying to process where was she again because moments ago in lanes of her memories she had been at the park with her loving boyfriend. Pulled out of her thoughts had made her feel completely lost, hollow and like crying that she was back to reality instead of reminiscing about the past or living in it. That these memories of him were going to be just a 'memory' and a painful ones at that. The same memories that she had experienced and had thought she was going cherish them forever.
Now, the same memories of him were coming after her with a knife to stab deep inside her heart.
Yeah, Zaid was her past now– no, she was his past now, she still very much wanted him to be a part of her present, future, and her life. He was the one who had walked away only leaving her with the memories of him.
She felt a knot tying around her throat thinking all these, an invisible knot which felt like it was getting pulled from both the sides, getting tighter by each breath she took as if trying to make her choke and kill on it. Wrapping the ends of it around her body with something heavy, like large rocks hanging to it.
“Are you really fine? Because I don't think so” Uzair asked once again, his brows knitted in concern as he took in her curled posture and at her gasping form, clutching her chest as she tried to reach for something, he didn't know what but it seemed like she was trying really hard to lift her hand but it was trembling and shaking a lot.
Fuck.
She was not fine at all for crying out loud, if anything she was having something ten times worse than the word opposite for fine.
He immediately swivelled the car to park to the side, in the process of it the car hit a small bump on the road making her sway to his side and fall against his arms as she tried to reach the car's dashboard but couldn't. So as soon as he parked the car he immediately put her back in her seat reclining it, but now she was gasping even more as if not able to breath at all.
He hurriedly opened the car’s door and went to her side and picked her struggling and now sweat laden body in his arms, carrying her in bridal style and shifted her to the back seat laying her down there.
What the fuck was even happening to her? And what the fuck was he supposed to do in this kind of situation, not even once in his life he had seen people act like this, except, except when they were about to die.
Fuck, fuck, no, no, “NOOOO!!"
He screamed finally in frustration and irritation rubbing the back of his neck anxiously as he looked horrified at her now slowly less struggling form for the air. Was she calming? At least he hopes she is, because Yalina had asked her to drop off safely not kill her.
Water, yeah he should get water. It must be somewhere here, or at least he thinks so.
He scrambled back to the front seat, practically tearing the glove compartment as he opened it in a hurry. Nothing. Shit.
Then he checked the cup holders, the side compartments,nothing but guns and knives."Come on, come on," he hissed, patting down the door pockets frantically.
Does no one keep a bottle of water in the cars anymore or what? Whose car was it again? He screamed in frustration once more, this was not the time to have those thoughts.
Finally, as he frantically searched around for a few more minutes and he found an old bottle rolling around the mat, but the water was really hot, as if it had been boiled. Probably due to the heat and being near the window, but at least there was water.
He slammed the front door shut and jogged around to the back of the car, throwing the door open to his side. He almost crushed the water bottle trying to twist the cap open.
The moment he opened it, he cupped his palm and poured a little bit of water on it and splashed it against your face. Immediately, you took a sharp inhale as if breathing for the first time in years, and slowly the intensity of huge breath you kept taking again and again started to reduce, you were still taking those big inhales and breathing with your mouth open but not the ones which made you seem like you were on the verge of your death.
He released a big sigh of relief as he crouched down holding the car's door, leaning his forehead against the seat where your head rested.
Summary: After taking the biggest decision of your life, you knew there were going to be problems, but not with the man you thought.
Pairing: Uzair Baloch x Reader, Hamza Ali Mazari x Yalina Mazari
"Do you think he will agree to it after this?" You asked, looking up at the ceiling, your eyes heavy with exhaustion and lack of sleep.
"Probably," your friend's voice came just after, quite muffled as she rummaged for something in the cupboard.
You closed your eyes, listening to whatever your friend was doing. Moving around here and there, trying to get things for you. Was she annoyed, as she was not saying much as usual? Was she disappointed too after knowing what you had done, but didn't she do the same?
Though still a heavy feeling started to form in your stomach, filling it up slowly, pushing you down on the sofa you sat on. You knew what you had done was wrong and it was going to and had pissed off a lot of people close to you, including the one you loved the most. But that didn't mean you needed it worded out for you, especially from your friend who had walked down the same path. There were already people out there doing it for you.
You slowly opened your eyes, looking back once again at the ceiling and the metallic looped chandelier hanging from it. Sure, it was a pretty house, very big too, but not your type. It was too minimalistic for you, you preferred more cozy houses instead of these big ones which were trending currently. It was not like they were not beautiful, they just didn't feel livable and felt more like movie sets with lots of lights everywhere.
"Yalina"
"Hmm"
"Are you angry at me?" Finally you spoke, turning your head then your body too, towards the back of the sofa where Yalina stood with a bunch of clothes in her hands, the cupboard open, looking at you like you had two horns grown over your head.
"Why would you think that?" She questioned as she placed down the clothes she was holding, a beautiful set of suits from what you could make out.
"I don't know, maybe because your reply sounded really vague to me and I was not expecting that," you replied with a small sigh, turning back to your original position as she moved in front of you, to come and sit by your side.
There was a beat of silence between you two as she sat down, both of you looking ahead at whatever your eyes could capture. Then you decided to end it because the questions and thoughts running in your mind once again had started to gnaw at you. "Do you think my father will take me back?"
"You know your father better than I do," she said finally, not harshly, just stating the obvious. Yeah, you knew your father and you knew the moment you returned he was going to skin you alive for the stunt you had pulled. That is why you kept looking for some fake reassurance from others that it won't happen, that you won't be walking back to your death instead of your house.
To the world, your father was a really over the top, loud and annoying old man. That was the thing people always got wrong about him, because the version of him they knew was from the news coverage and the press conferences, interviews and the photographs of him. At home, he was nothing like that. The politician you saw in the pictures and the man you saw at home were completely two different people.
He sure did love you, but that love had cost you a lot of things in your life.
Was returning back really the only option?
"You ran away too," suddenly those words escaped from your thoughts, filling up the silence between you two.
"Yes, I did."
"And married him."
"And married him." She parroted back, which made you turn around to the side, directly looking at her face, with an irritated expression forming on yours.
"Well," you started, "are you not getting what I am saying and how serious this is for me? You're being so helpful right now, you know, just what one can ask for." Yeah, it came off as rude but she was really not helping right now at all. She looked at your face quietly for few seconds as if she was really not sure what was going inside her mind was the right thing to say, something you would like to hear, and that it would probably do more harm to you than help.
"You know," Yalina started speaking, as she took your hands in hers slowly, "when I did it and went to Hamza he immediately took me in, supported the decision I made and even went against my father for it. It was not easy for us too, the only difference was we were there for each other and knew as long as we were, it didn't matter what others said or did." As she said the last line she squished your hands softly, and looked into your eyes as if asking you to complete what you were thinking, asking you to go for the unthinkable option and maybe it was not even her, she didn't even say anything about it. It was you, deep down you knew what you were supposed to do right now, what was the right thing and what choices you were supposed to make.
"I didn't think he would–" you started but Yalina cut you off in the middle, pulling you into a hug, as she whispered, "I know, I know, and believe me when I say he's not the right guy for you."
You didn't say anything at that, as you hugged her back, wrapping your arms around her. "You can stay here for as long as you like, you know that right?" She said giving you a soft, comforting pat on your back and you nodded.
Summary: Yalina's life takes a bizzare turn one night when she realises the man she loves and got married to might not be what he claims to be.
Pairing: Hamza Ali Mazari x Yalina Mazari
a/n: Before getting started, just wanted to let you all know this is my first time writing for this fandom and writing in general after a very long time. I had no plans to even start writing again but recently while scrolling through Tumblr, came across one of @theshadowsdiva that there's a lack of Hamza x Yalina fanfics. So, that made me finally decide to write it. When watching the movie I had this thought of how one might have felt to know that the person they trusted so much was lying to them this whole time, what emotional turmoil they must have gone through, so decided to write it, though I haven't explored it that much so it's just a drabble.
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Was it all a lie? An act? A well-planned task given to him all along? While she kept falling in love with him more and more every single day.
Her shoulders curved as once again a sobbed cry left her lips, the grief of his truth, his reality sinking and plunging inside her chest deeper and deeper, the pressure of it holding her hand and taking her into the abyss pit she didn't even know existed before today.
How was one supposed to live with the fact that the loving husband of yours, the father of your child, the one you cared and cherished for so much, and left everything for has been lying to you all this time. About him, about his identity, and you were just some assigned operation to him, but to you he was your whole world.
That the little things for which you fell in love with him were faked by him, fabricated by him so that you would fall for him, and you did. That every time he had looked down at you with those loving eyes and whispered how much he loved you as he cupped your face was a lie. ALL A LIE.
Yalina didn't know what was real and what was not at this point. How was she supposed to believe him? She didn't know if she would be able to believe anything coming from him right now, or ever for that matter. Hamza had told her not to question what he did, because his line of work was dangerous. She knew that, and she had agreed to it without any further questions and lived by it. But all he did was LIE AND LIE.
She must have looked like a sick fool in his eyes, an easy woman to love, right? That's why he went for her. He must have found it funny, internally making fun of her, of how easy it was for him to get her wrapped around his finger. How easy it was for her to fall in love with him, to leave her father's house for him, to have a kid with him. TO LOVE HIM.
She couldn't take it anymore and she looked up at him angrily, eyes red and full of tears, a sneer forming on her lips as he sat there, opposite to her with his hands folded in front of him, head down against his folded hands. As she opened her mouth to speak she didn't know if it was coming out of hatred, desperation or love. Did she hate him? She didn't know, she didn't even know if she loved him, IF HE LOVED HER. She should hate him right? He was her enemy, right? And then a question formed on her lips as she kept following deep into the darkness of her thoughts.
"Tumhara toh asli naam bhi Hamza nahi hoga?"
It is said that emotional pain activates the same regions of the brain that are active when feeling physical pain. Hamza had experienced that many times in his life–no, a boy named Jasikart had experienced those.
Today, for the first time in his life, for the third time on the same night, Hamza was experiencing it.
"Yalina, I–" his voice croaked with the guilt and pain of betraying, of knowingly pursuing her to the point where they stood today, with treachery present in his heart, but even after all this he did love her. He wanted to tell her that Hamza Ali Mazari could fake everything but not this, not the love present in his heart for her. Before he could continue, ask for forgiveness even after knowing there was none, she spoke over him.
"Jiska naam jhootha, kaam jhootha, wo pyar kaise sacha kar sakta"
Summary: Yalina's life takes a bizzare turn one night when she realises the man she loves and got married to might not be what he claims to be.
Pairing: Hamza Ali Mazari x Yalina Mazari
a/n: Before getting started, just wanted to let you all know this is my first time writing for this fandom and writing in general after a very long time. I had no plans to even start writing again but recently while scrolling through Tumblr, came across one of @theshadowsdiva that there's a lack of Hamza x Yalina fanfics. So, that made me finally decide to write it. When watching the movie I had this thought of how one might have felt to know that the person they trusted so much was lying to them this whole time, what emotional turmoil they must have gone through, so decided to write it, though I haven't explored it that much so it's just a drabble.
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Was it all a lie? An act? A well-planned task given to him all along? While she kept falling in love with him more and more every single day.
Her shoulders curved as once again a sobbed cry left her lips, the grief of his truth, his reality sinking and plunging inside her chest deeper and deeper, the pressure of it holding her hand and taking her into the abyss pit she didn't even know existed before today.
How was one supposed to live with the fact that the loving husband of yours, the father of your child, the one you cared and cherished for so much, and left everything for has been lying to you all this time. About him, about his identity, and you were just some assigned operation to him, but to you he was your whole world.
That the little things for which you fell in love with him were faked by him, fabricated by him so that you would fall for him, and you did. That every time he had looked down at you with those loving eyes and whispered how much he loved you as he cupped your face was a lie. ALL A LIE.
Yalina didn't know what was real and what was not at this point. How was she supposed to believe him? She didn't know if she would be able to believe anything coming from him right now, or ever for that matter. Hamza had told her not to question what he did, because his line of work was dangerous. She knew that, and she had agreed to it without any further questions and lived by it. But all he did was LIE AND LIE.
She must have looked like a sick fool in his eyes, an easy woman to love, right? That's why he went for her. He must have found it funny, internally making fun of her, of how easy it was for him to get her wrapped around his finger. How easy it was for her to fall in love with him, to leave her father's house for him, to have a kid with him. TO LOVE HIM.
She couldn't take it anymore and she looked up at him angrily, eyes red and full of tears, a sneer forming on her lips as he sat there, opposite to her with his hands folded in front of him, head down against his folded hands. As she opened her mouth to speak she didn't know if it was coming out of hatred, desperation or love. Did she hate him? She didn't know, she didn't even know if she loved him, IF HE LOVED HER. She should hate him right? He was her enemy, right? And then a question formed on her lips as she kept following deep into the darkness of her thoughts.
"Tumhara toh asli naam bhi Hamza nahi hoga?"
It is said that emotional pain activates the same regions of the brain that are active when feeling physical pain. Hamza had experienced that many times in his life–no, a boy named Jasikart had experienced those.
Today, for the first time in his life, for the third time on the same night, Hamza was experiencing it.
"Yalina, I–" his voice croaked with the guilt and pain of betraying, of knowingly pursuing her to the point where they stood today, with treachery present in his heart, but even after all this he did love her. He wanted to tell her that Hamza Ali Mazari could fake everything but not this, not the love present in his heart for her. Before he could continue, ask for forgiveness even after knowing there was none, she spoke over him.
"Jiska naam jhootha, kaam jhootha, wo pyar kaise sacha kar sakta"
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